Tangerine Morn
The sky 'twas tangerine this morn'
With an eccentric mauve overtone
Spilling o'er the arbored countryside
Across the gardens stepping stones;
The trees all limber and dressed for April
Chiseled in the backdropp O'this pastel space
Flowers e'er shimmering with life-echoed-
Surely, this 'tis Springtimes longed for face;
poem by Theodora Onken
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